How do you write goodbye notes to the ones that you don’t want to leave? Do you start off with “Hello” and end with some formality Do you tell them that there’s no other way That you’re resolute and that your mind is made?
Do you leave them gifts of any random kind? A house with a blue door or a long tall bag of the finest wine? Or a coat to the keep them warm while they bleed For the rest of their life spans, or the rest of eternity?
‘Cause there’s no going back And there’s no going back All my force of will Will leave me falling still And I can’t help but enjoy the thrill of the hopeless fight against gravity
There’s no Batman without Robin And no Watson without
I think I’ll send an email so it reaches him at Baker Street But that could be from anyone, but handwritten will be hard to sneak past Layers of pockets and forgotten receipts And ages of learning to tell when I cheat
Or should I leave a voice mail to prove that it’s me I never thought of all the things I’d find the worst finality And maybe I should leave without a word An homage to observation, to not be seen and not be heard
‘Cause there’s no turning back And there’s no turning back
And sometimes I imagine What it’d be like to see the flat Would you leave my stuff as it was Or rip apart our lease contract? Would you cry or slap me first? But I forget you’re still my best friend And definitely I’m your worst And I’ve never kept much from you Except when you get hurt So I’ll type some letters here and there And give you just one line. And I’ll tell you in three words A text saying, “I’ll be fine.”
All my force of will Will leave me falling still And I can’t help but enjoy the thrill But believe, I’d never lead you on ‘Cause there’s no Batman without Robin And no Sherlock without John